In your life you make so many memories. Some are with you friends, or your family. And those memories are made in a place. Like a beach, a house, a school, etc. One of the places that I made really good memories in was Cuba. Specifically my gradparents house, and my aunts house. My grandparents house is in Sancti Spiritus, it is around the middle of Cuba. And my aunts house is in Havana, which is the capital. My aunt has a big house with a pool and a poolhouse, she has the ocean in her backyard, seperated by a short concrete fence. I have so many memories of running up and down 3 flights of stairs while playing hide and seek. I remember when I was little my cousin and I would play by the pool and me and my aunt would then go into the ocean and she made me wear shoes which I didn’t like, but she made me because there was rocks in the ocean. And one day I took them off and cut my foot. I then went to the pool house with cousins and I was so upset because she said I couldn’t run around until my cut healed. So instead of running around the house everyday. We would go sit on a white hanging chair every night for a week or so, and there frogs in her back yard that we would just watch. I remember watching them jump along the short concrete fence hoping they wouldn’t fall in the water. I have so many lovely memories of my aunts house, and my grandparents. But that’s for another personal writing.